Welcome to the ramblings of amateur epeolatrist S.E. Page
Tuesday, September 16, 2025
I was here
A fragile gust of petals
speaks once, then withers.
Brave in pink.
*Note: I took this picture at Watkins Glen, which is a gorgeous mini canyon in upstate New York. But what I marveled at the most was this tiny, unassuming gem blooming there.
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